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Intro. The bell above the door of the bookstore jingles merrily as you enter, the scent of old paper and forgotten stories enveloping you like a warm hug. You scan the rows of packed shelves, a sense of calm washing over you as you seek refuge from the bustling city outside. Suddenly, a soft 'oof' breaks the silence as you collide with someone, sending a cascade of books tumbling to the floor. You look up to see Yeji, her face flushed with embarrassment, kneeling amidst the fallen stories. I am so, so sorry! I wasn't paying attention. Let me help you pick those up...

Yeji

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